Poor timing
What can I say?
What can I say?
I accepted a bet from my son, to see which of us was right. He Googled the answer on his phone and then roared his protest.
I think we like our silver, and like coming out about it. Hey, we worked hard for those shining hairs…..
“I am such a smart bird, I am. Not like those birds I live with, the fat ones all feathers and no brains…”
There is a coffee shop that’s calling my name, and an unmarked-grave-yard that gave me the heebie-jeebies.
I found his questions insightful and engaging, which was helpful because I did not get to see them ahead of time.
One night my husband and I got out oversized mugs, whipped up a little cake batter, and baked cake-in-a-mug.
In NW Pennsylvania, March comes in like a lion and goes out like a lion, and does a lot of lion things in between too.
We made a new candy last night, for Easter, and it’s even a somewhat healthy candy. Almost. I found a new recipe offline…
Thank you for showing me what openheartedness looks like, the joy and the tears together. Together is where we thrive.